Roughly a week after their return
home, things were returning to 'normal.' Trunks returned to his
work thus allowing his mother her time back in the labs. Pan was
interested in completing her final year at school and was preparing
her transfer papers. The hens met at Bulma's for their usual weekly
roundhouse chat.

"So dear, Trunks is being
the perfect husband?" Bulma inquired.

"He sure is. I couldn't ask
for more."

"Oh dear."

"What? Isn't that a good
thing?"

"If Trunks is being too perfect,
he's likely covering something up."

"Like what?"

ChiChi and Videl both stared closely
at Pan causing her to become annoyed.

"WHAT?! You look at me like
the plague."

"She has the glow
don't you think Videl?"

"I think she does. You concur
Bulma?"

"Saiyan sperm, single shot."
Bulma muttered. Trunks had indeed talked to his mommy about their
honeymoon.

"Say WHAT?! Will you all
kindly inform me as to what you're talking about? You're creeping
me out!"

Videl smiled. "Pan, you haven't
sensed any ki fluctuations with your own ki?"

"Why would I try to read
my own ki?"

Bulma stood. "I have another
solution. These new models work even the next day after. Drink
that water Pan." Bulma said as she entered a bathroom and
returned with a box and handed it to Pan.

"A pregnancy test?!"
Pan gasped in disbelief but gave in anyway.

Moments later the test was verified.
The other ladies squeeled in joy, but Pan had other ideas.

"Excuse me a moment."
she muttered as she departed.

Pan stormed through the sky and
entered Capsule Corporation's main building. She made a direct
line for Trunks' office, ignoring the questions,etc. from employees.
She stopped upon reaching Trunks' secretary.

"May I help you?"

"I need to see Trunks."

"He's not in his office at
this time Mrs. Briefs. He's in the conference room in a meeting
with several other presidents. You may wait in his office if you
like?"

"No thanks. This is extremely
important." Pan said as she turned and directed herself towards
the conference room.

"Mrs. Briefs, you can't---"

It was too late, Pan had already
departed before the secretary could finish. She tried to buzz
the conference room, but nobody answered.

The conference room doors swooshed
open and interrupted the speaker. Trunks spat his coffee in shock
as Pan marched her way over to him.

"Excuse us. We have an important
issue to discuss. I'll give him back later." Pan said to
the other stunned executives as she grabbed her husband by the
tie and dragged him out.

Once the doors had shut she looked
about. The hallway was free of people.

"I'm pregnant."

"I know...err, I mean, you
are?"

"You know---Trunks, I'm going
to kill you."

"I thought you could read
kis too. I thought you already knew."

"I don't read my own ki on
a regular basis since I already know my state of being."

"Pan, can we please discuss
this at home? This really isn't the place for such talk. The walls
have ears."

Pan growled, but knew that it
wasn't wise to feed the rumor mongers otherwise their life would
be world knowledge. "Fine. You'd better be home ON-TIME tonight.
Got it?"

"I'll even try to be early.
I promise."

"I still can't believe you
did this to me already."

"ME? It takes two."

"Don't start." Pan gruffed
then sucker punched her dear husband in the gut once again before
departing.

A few months passed as everyone
began to settle. Gohan accepted his daughter's adulthood as best
as a father could and was ever supportive of the new couple. Pan
was trying to cope with her pregnancy and still thwapped Trunks
several times for not wearing a 'thingy' and a few more times
for good measure for not telling her when he already knew, and
Vegeta began his preparations for the next of his bloodline. The
'hens' were also busy preparing for the newest saiyan additions.

"This is annoying! Can't
I do this myself?!"

"Pan, take it easy."
Trunks pleaded as he tried to coax her away from the kitchen counter.

"Trunks, don't give me that
crap! You did this to me!" she shot back as she pulled away
from him and trudged into the other room, still holding a head
of lettuce.

"I didn't see you stopping
me."

Pan growled and flung the head
of lettuce at her loving husband. He caught it just before it
smacked the cupboards. "Damn you and your sperm!" Pan
yelled as she realized she'd flung her intended 'hostage.'

"Pan, sit. I said I'll prepare
and cook dinner tonight." Trunks said softly and calmly ignoring
the urge to laugh and gently placing head of lettuce on the counter.

Pan began to sob. Trunks rolled
his eyes. There were going to be many rough days ahead. Pan was
already showing well beyond the months and her moods were shifting
faster than Bulma with PMS. Add to that, poor Trunks was joining
her with his own version of her morning sickness and body aches.
To top it off, he had to deal with the company as well. There
was no way Pan would be able to assume her role there until well
after her pregnancy. Bulma, anxious to become a grandma, assisted
Trunks at the office, allowing him to work shorter days and be
home for his wife. She was with Pan when Trunks was at work. They
simply switched places at a certain point each day.

The next day, Trunks had elected
to join Pan on her doctor's visit. This would be the day they
would find out exactly what was brewing within Pan.

Pan and Trunks glued their eyes
to the monitor that revealed what the ultrasound was reading.
Trunks of course, was looking for extra appendages both in the
front and the rear.

"Well Mr. & Mrs. Briefs,
it looks like everything's going well. Pan, you need to eat a
little more however. These tikes are sapping the nutrients out
of you faster than your taking them in."

"I am taking them in, but
I'm also spewing them right back out. When is it going to stop?"

Trunks nodded. He too, was getting
tired of the nausea. In all his life, he had never felt so ill
as he did each morning in the past weeks. It was also hard on
the employees at his company. He already hated being there in
the mornings and now he was an even worse grump than before. They
used to call him "Dobie" (short for Doberman) and now
he was "rabid Pit Bull."

"It's hard to say when. It
varies from woman to woman."

"Oh."

"Say doc?"

"Yes Mr. Briefs?"

"What are they?"

"They're babies."

"I know that. Geesh.
I mean, what sex are they?"

The doctor looked at the couple
as Pan and Trunks looked at each other. Pan lightly thwapped her
husband on the cheek.

"We prefer to wait until
their birth doctor." Pan replied.

Trunks groaned in disappointment
and tried to stare even closer at the ultrasound in hopes of figuring
it out for himself. Pan took her pillow and smeared it onto his
face. "Trunks, stop."

"But Pan--"

"No."

"Just one of them. Please?"

"See what I get doc. It's
not enough to have these babies in me. I have another whining
right here behind me."

The doctor and Pan chuckled as
Trunks blushed in embarrassment.The doctor than suggested a solution.
"Well, perhaps I can tell you the type as a compromise instead?"

Pan nodded that she'd allow that
much.

"They're fraternal, not identical."

"See Pan it IS your fault.
You had too many eggs down there to begin with! There should've
only been one. My boys were just doing their job.It wasn't their
fault they found more than one prize in there."

That line of course sent Trunks
sinking to the ground by a quick elbow to his unprotected groin.

The doctor took several steps
back. These Briefs and their friends were all very dangerous.
He had personally attended to Bulma during her pregnancies and
then Videl. Now he was assisting Videl's daughter in her own and
her coupling was part Briefs on top of it. Getting through this
bout was going to be the most challenging in his entire career.

The next morning...

"Truuunnnkkksss! Get your
butt up, you're going to be late!" Pan yelled in his ear.
It didn't matter that they were sleeping right next to each other.

Her yelling registered twice the
volume to Trunks' sensitive saiyan hearing. He yelped then realized
all too late that he was teetering on the edge of the bed. Pan's
stomach was already beginning to claim the middle space between
them. He smacked the cold floor with a solid thud.

Pan was about to laugh, but instead,
covered her mouth and trudged as fast as she could for the bathroom.

"Two teaspoons for...what
the hell, this is a crisis!" Trunks muttered to himself as
he read the label then guzzled the entire contents of the bottle
of pink liquid. He then knocked on the bathroom door.

"Honey? You okay? Um, if
it's not too much trouble, I need to take a shower?"

The sounds from the bathroom indicated
that she wasn't relinquishing her reign on that particular room
just yet.

"Uhhh, well...uh, I'll just
use the one down the hall then." Trunks mumbled as he trudged
off scratching his head and dragging a towel.

An hour later, both appeared 'civilized'
and normal once again...well almost.

Trunks was nursing a cup of coffee
and reading the latest stock quotes when Pan came sobbing into
the kitchen.

"Trunks, I'm soooo fat!"

Trunks knew this was a dangerous
topic. *Never agree with a woman when she says she's fat. Even
if it's obvious.*

"Oh yeah. How could I think
otherwise." Pan replied sarcastically as she glared evilly
at Trunks' groin.

Trunks followed her eyes before
catching their meaning. "Pan dear, we're not going to have
this 'it's your fault' discussion again are we?"

"It's not your fault.
It's that damn thing between your legs' fault."

Trunks cringed. She loved that
particular part of him until now. And the way she said it made
him guilty for simply being a member of the opposite sex. "Uh,
I'm sorry." he said as he stood and tried to hug her.

"I'm FAT Trunks! I'm not
even into the final trimester and I'm TOO FAT!"

"I would be too if I was
carrying those things in me."

Suddenly Pan's eyes lit as an
idea formed. "Hey, I got it. Since the dragonballs are back,
how about we gather them and wish that."

Trunks gasped. "Eeeeeeehh!
Uh, Pan, uh no, I mean, I have to run the company and all. You
don't have the experience yet to--"

"Your mom could run it. As
chairwoman, she technically still does anyway."

"No really Pan. We shouldn't
mess with nature like that. The female is meant to bear children.
Males aren't designed physically or mentally to handle such a
task."

Then another idea popped into
her mind. "I got it. I'll ask the doc for one of those sympathy
pillows that guys can wear that simulate a pregnancy. I'll just
add ten bricks to it to simulate the added weight I bear. Then
you can share the feelings."

"It won't fit with a suit
like this and what would the employees think?"

"That you care deeply enough
for your wife that you'd be willing to share in her incoveniences."

"I'd be laughed out of the
conference room. Those other presidents are like wolves. They
look for morsels to gnaw at. If they find a weakness in me such
as that, not only I, but the entire company will feel their purge.
Strength and assertiveness are a must in the game of higher business.
Weakness is a sign of potential profit for others."

"No thanks, I'll take your
word for it. See, Pan, if I'm wearing that, it may limit my ability
to take care of you properly."

"You saying I can't take
care of myself?"

"No, no, not at all. I'm
saying that I---well, thatI'mlateforworkandIgottarun. Love ya!"
Trunks rattled as he quickly stormed out of the home.

"TRUNKS, YOU'RE A COWARD!"
Pan yelled out the door.

In the limo ride to the office,
Trunks began thinking about sneaking out and personally ringing
the Namekian guardian of the Earth for giving him one pitfall
after another. *Dende, you hate me. You really, really do.* he
thought as he looked back at his home that was fading in the distance.